My week in Los Angeles: warm steering wheel, listen to coast to coast am, contemplate Planet X, sand grinding on heels, Venice Beach addicts, dirty looks at street urchin pawning rap c.d., watch filming of French cosmetic commercial, rush of excitement seeing movie studios, incessant traffic, Mojave soon-to-be poppies, Randy’s donuts, Santa Barbara wineries, too much sushi, stretching dinner bellies, spotting Casper Balslev’s Superman in Hollywood, thoughts on lost opportunities and suppression of chaos, Sanchez Brothers, Bergamont Station, overpriced boring photography, inspiring Todd Hido prints, $45 parking ticket, flipping off meter maid, thinking about moving to Los Angeles, hotel boredom, meeting CalArts film students, sleeping on couch, intense dreaming of things I no longer remember, Val Verde, candy run to Santa Clarita, Scintillation, EX3, actress comes to shoot, sister city Solvang, amusing absence of Danish peoples, walking out of the Hitching Post after being seated, cuckoo clocks and pea soup, SF quickie on way home, rush of anxiety about being late, drive like maniac, Noah and Miki, hipster tells story about park, lay in grass, make Tim Hussin and his girlfriend uncomfortable with questions, walk the golden gate, feel a little bit alive, watch kite surfers, think about sharks and jumping off, talk to grizzled face fisherman, think of Christian Hansen’s bridge picture-silly bastard, cheap strawberries from mission district that rot the next day, grown in Mexico, garbage on street, return red rental car with no scratches.
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